Anon My Vagrant Passage

I am the older of faith, leading mine worthy line unto thy verdant heaven, whilst your stern beholder fires anon your vagrant passage. And by those responsible have thee gods praised my longevity.

Thine life of sketching shadows I wear for thee residence, thy resplendent souls since trusting their last rites and luring my assembly, and thus my untoward transcendence back unto earth.

And now I’ve left the flight of angels for pacing the streets of man. And thereafter incapable without my wings as I am utterly forsaken…until it comes as ever and I miss, and I am thus abandoned for as long as I am stranded.

Before I’m left of my other senses, so distracted from without my hunt I hadn’t seen them come at last!
All I’ve heard tell of these Kindred, whence my character least presented a compatible trust intended, thence her thralls lead me to her. Guiding demons exalted thier alliance, and as well with me our goal I wouldn’t kill them for this arrogance. It is then we arrived that I began to reconsider.

I spoke directly, forgetting about my bothersome guides, “you hostess the devil Mother, though without my kingdom I am but a mere demon that has come to you. Rejected by his own crucial sins” He bow and introduce himself “You may call me Arioch, as appropriate to my cause for meeting with you”. She looks beside him indignantly, where her thralls hastily removed themselves. Then finally she meets his grays with a pair of violet opals, and speaks softly, “I have been expecting you for some time Arioch. Come…for I believe there is a way we can help each other”.

And whilst we traveled through those gothic conduits, my eyes stayed fastened upon her marbled palace…and every moment hence I’ve felt astray beside my matron, the beautiful Biielenor.